The soul can replenish itselfIf you let it. You must waterHerEveryday,First thing in the morning. EarlyWith the sunAs they tickle the cloudsA gentlePink. You must give her spaceTo breathe.But the inhalesMust beFull.Nothing around her waist.Nothing touchingThat soft,Supple stomach until it expandsTo the tipsOf its reach. There must also be roomFor exhalationEnough time forpowerfulTransverse muscle webToContinue reading
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